A period of roman peace and prosperity
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I woke up feeling extremely lethargic. The sheep and cows were already making a racket. <em>What is going on?</em>, I wondered as I jumped to my feet and ran outside of my tent. And sure enough, there was a rabid, angry fox chasing around my animals.
This is the kind of thing us pastoral nomads hate. We would do anything to protect our animals, but we never imagined having to risk our lives for them. I mean, we're not going to eat them or anything. They make good company.
Suddenly, a loud yelp brought me to my senses as the fox lunged towards my favorite sheep. That sheep would bring all my money in, enough to get by and buy a few things at the local market many miles away. Not my prized sheep. I grabbed my staff and struck ten good blows at the fox and it collapsed to the floor. I rounded up my animals and vowed to move again to prevent such a situation again.
Sennashirib or however you spell his name
